The King's return

*Mackenzie*

The last loaf of bread was cooling on the counter when the door opened, and Mrs. Kringle stormed in, out of breath and red-faced. She leaned against the counter, trying to utter a word. I ran toward her and helped her to the chair, looking around for someone to give me water.

„Annie, are you here? I need some water for Mrs. Kringle. She looks like she ran a marathon.” I yelled, hoping the other baker hadn’t left the bakery yet.

But the lack of response for a few moments confirmed my belief that we were alone in the whole place. I looked at Mrs. Kringle, assessing if she could be left alone for a moment, and when I ensured she was just slightly out of breath and not having a heart attack, I ran to the tap and poured her a large glass of water straight from the tap.

„Here. Small sips and relax.” I suggested as I helped her with the glass to her lips.

Mrs. Kringle took her time with the task. She closed her eyes and did the meditation steps before she opened her eyes and look